Kiss of an Angel.

The girl collapsed in a shaking heap, terror drawing a scream from her, and Sk?ll's rage was mollified. He took a step closer, and she shrank away from him. Well, that simply would not do. "Oh, Angel, my darling, my lovely," he sighed. "I wish more than anything I didn't have to do that to you. But how will you learn if you are never punished for your mistakes? I'm just helping you, Angel." Another step closer. "Come here, my light, let me make it better. I promise, everything will be better now that we're together again." He crouched so he wasn't looming over her, his blue eyes shining sweetly at her now as he crooned at her. "Let me help you, my dear."

His tail swept around, drawing closer the herbs she had procured on her illicit travels. He was no healer - Hroovitnir would never have stood for one of his sons learning the unmanly art of healing - but he had been around it enough to recognize the common herbs before him. Lavender, and poppy seeds. Excellent. He spoke again to the hysterical girl coaxingly. "Come, Angel, take these. We can talk when you're calm. Surely you know I'm doing this all for you, my bright angel." He nudged the remedies closer to her with one paw, separating out the best approximation of the dosages he could remember.



"Speech"

My declaration embedded deep under my skin

A permanent reminder of how it began

No hesitation when I am commanded to strike

You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life